有些脸,她永远不会忘记。原因多有不同,大概难以一言说清,就好比为什么她喜欢蓝的色彩,喜欢巧克力,喜欢巴赫;可是反过来说,这又似乎完全有必要。那些让伊瑟念念不忘的脸与长着那些脸的人实在没什么关系。他们一动不动坐在她眼前,那些人,坐在离她大约五米远的柳条椅里,坐在高其佩的虎之下,背向窗户斜靠着,就像是用模板在白昼里剪出的人影。他们不自然地僵在那里。他们的腿跷着,手在椅子扶手上不安地抖动,嘴唇紧闭,眼睛盯住墙上任意的某 Some faces, she will never forget. There are many different reasons. It is probably hard to explain in a single word. It is just like why she likes the colors of blue, likes chocolate, and likes Bach; but on the contrary, it seems totally necessary. The faces that kept Yssel unforgettable had nothing to do with those who had those faces. Sitting motionless in front of her, the men, sitting in wicker chairs about five meters from her, sitting under a high tiger, leaned back against the window, as if using a template to cut in the day Out of the shadow. They are not standing there naturally. Their legs were stilted, their hands shaking nervously on the arm of the chair, their lips were closed and their eyes fixed on the wall